Ooooooo hell yeah! Idk how grossed out you want the reader to be as well, but it is quite nasty? Be warned.

Jaskier going out for a drink and, being the cute guy that he is, attracts some unsavoury company. The man is far too drunk for his taste and quite up in his personal sphere, though the free drink and shot is nothing Jaskier turns down of course (the man behind the bar quite a gentleman as he makes sure to tell Jaskier about it before he pours it all up so he can watch it happen).

When Jaskier turns him down politely, the man actually seems to listen, even if he does so with a sour face. Yet, Jaskier can’t shake the feeling of unease as he can feel his eyes on him for most of the night, piercing him as he tries to truly enjoy himself.

As the night goes on, Jaskier eventually decides to turn himself in for the night, smiling as he bids the barkeep adieu and makes his way out the door. It’s only in the cold of the rainy night, a street or so away from the bar, that he feels the unease creep it’s way back up his spine, nervously glancing around him a second too late to stop the man from pinning him up against the closest wall.

In the struggle, the man manages to get a good grip on his arms, forcing them behind his back and holding him still with one of his large hands, the other clasped over his mouth as he drags Jaskier into the small alleyway closeby. Tossing Jaskier to the ground, he quickly worms his way in between his thighs, forcing his legs wide apart as he fumbles with the man’s trousers. Clumsily he manages to pull them down one of his legs, not bothering with the other side as he now had access to his lower body, making quick work of his own clothes then.

Jaskier gets a good few screams out in the meantime, though met with a harsh slap across his face each time while struggling to get free, hands slipping on the wet stone in the rain and leaving him back on square one. It’s then he gets a good glimpse of the man’s genitals, eyes wide as he once more feels the panic rise inside of him. Whatever the man had going on down there, Jaskier wanted none of it.

His cock has sores and lumps covering the shaft, his hand stroking what Jaskier could only assume to be highly contagious pre over the entire member. As he once again struggles to get away, the man rocks his hips forward, gripping both their cocks in his hand as he keeps jack off, effectively humping his cock as if to spread as much of his diseases to him.

Leaning down, the man’s lips catches his own, forcing his tongue inside clumsily while suppressing Jaskier’s pleas, still pumping their shafts together. He stops for a moment to angle his hips, this time prodding the tip at Jaskier’s entrance and sinking inside agonisingly slow.

Jaskier swear he can feel a sore pop inside of him, pus leaking into his body and despite the horror of it all, lubricating the way of the invading cock. He shudders, lips trembling against the forced kiss while his hands push on the larger man’s chest, fruitlessly trying to get him away. It only seems to make it all worse, him bearing down and thrusting hard enough to tear Jaskier’s insides, pumping his toxic pre and pus straight into his guts while bottoming out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna’ come,” he slurs, Jaskier taking panicked breaths as his mouth is finally freed. “Gonna breed ya’ good boy...”